ORADUDOLPH MOODY, REPRESENTATIVE-ELECT
Bring on your speechifyin’ runts, yes, bring
your biggest gun;
Trot out your high-flown orators, we don’t bar
nary one.
From Quoddy Head to Caribou, from there to
sassy York,
Bring out your braggadosho chaps who think
that they can talk.
We’ve got our man—don’t want no odds’nd
warn you fair and true
So’t when the Legislatoor meets you’ll have
your men there, too.
He’s jest a’goin’ to sweep the floor, we’ll have
you recollect,
—Our Oradudolph Moody, reprusentertive-
elect.
When Mister Moody rises up ’nd ’hams ’nd
clears his thro’t
’Nd loosens up his gallowses ’nd lays aside his
co’t,
I guess he’ll fool the av’rage man, he looks so
cool ’nd carm,
A-dribblin out his words ’nd wavin’ careless-
like his arm.
But pretty soon that arm goes and quivers in
the air,
His hand a-wrigglin’ up a-top, seems ’sif ’twas
spinnin’ there.
It acts as sort of windmill, pumpin’ langwidge
I expect
From Oradudolph Moody, reprusentertive-elect.
When Oradudolph Moody speaks he has the
durndest knack
Of windin’ up opponents so they never an-
swer back.
When yearly meetin’ comes around he alwus
swings the town
On anything he advocates from new school-
houses down.
The elerquence just bubbles up without no
work at all,
He almost mesmerizes everybody in the hall.
’Nd down there to Augusty you’ll parceive the
strange effect
Of Oradudolph Moody, reprusentertive-elect.
Magnetic! He’s a dynamo, his pulley never
slips,
’Nd eelectricity!—It runs right off his finger-
tips.
We’ve tried to send him down before, but no,
he wouldn’t go;
He said he had no time to fool with Legisla-
tors, so
Our town ain’t never had a man to speak, ex-
cept Mulkearn,
Who managed once to stutter out a motion to
adjourn.
But now, by gosh jest set right back and wish-
fully expect
Our Oradudolph Moody, reprusentertive-
elect.